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When the summer fled past my windowand autumn's chill was in the airthere was a special kind of lonesome'round that ending time of year.When the leaves felland they drifted 'neath the trees that soon were bareI felt that wind blow,ever colder,and suddenly,you were there.We laughed and scuffledwhile the snow felland the cold gave your cheecks a glow.And in your arms come eveninga kind of peace I know.Often I'd wake at midnightmid some icy winter storm,and then I would find youbeside me,and you made the night seem so warm.Now I go my wayand you go your waynow that the winter's come and gone.But somehowwith the springtimeyour golden warmth still lingers on.